Wife's Imagination

My wife of 14 years (Mabel) is a practical woman. She is serious almost to a fault. She doesn't have a kinky bone in her body - or so I thought! Most nights, just before bed, she offers to "help" me. By this she means providing encouragement while I masturbate. She will have just gotten out of the shower and, wearing only her panties, she will kiss me, do yoga (bending and stretching in her panties!), or lick my nipples. Typically, though, she is quiet and intent on getting the job done. Sort of a bitter-sweet ending to the day; I love that she helps me but I wish she was more into it. Last night, she surprised me. I never saw it coming. She insisted I wear a blindfold, which I sometimes like because it heightens the sensations when she licks my nipples. Once I was blindfolded, she told me to start stroking. Then she began to talk. The first thing she said was that we weren't alone. There were others in the room who wanted to help, too. They were all naked and horny and wanted to watch me cum. I asked who it was, and she replied that they were strangers, nobody I knew. Then she began to rub my body in a way that actually made it feel like there were more than two hands on me. I was going crazy. She continued to talk, but not to me. She was talking to "them". 'You, grab his ankles'. Then I felt rough hands on my ankles, pressing down. 'Sweetie, why don't you lick his nipple'. Then I felt a slippery tongue on my right nipple while her tongue was licking my left nipple. The sensations! Were there others in the room? She made a believer out of me. She took a break from licking my nipple to kiss me on the mouth and then tell me that I needed to keep stroking. The others wanted to see me cum. Then more hands sliding up and down my body. I was in heaven. Mabel went back to work on my nipple. Between licks, she told me that one of the guys had moved around behind her, stripped down her panties, and was fucking her from behind (what?!? who is this woman?). She began moving slightly and moaning as if she was, in fact, getting gently pounded. The multiple sensations were pushing me closer to the edge. How was she managing to simulate a room full of people all around me? I was enjoying it so much that I slowed down to stretch it out as long as possible. She stopped licking again and said, in a stern voice, that two of the younger guys were kneeling by my head, stroking their thick cocks. I had a choice: I could hurry up and cum, or these two studs would cum on my face. Now, I'm not gay, but I was in the zone. By this time, I didn't care what happened, as long as this night would never end. I told myself that there were no other guys, that she alone was still somehow making all of this happen. But how could I be sure? 'Stroke it faster!', she said. 'They're getting close! Do you really want jizz on your face?' I went back to work, but it wasn't long before I was ready to burst. Mabel had painted such a visual picture for me, in my mind and my blindfolded state, that I didn't know fact from fiction. A few more strokes and I was groaning. Just for fun, I lifted my hips up off the bed and let fly. Ironically, life imitated art. I shot the first two loads onto my own face! The sensation, along with the image burned into my brain of the "others" gave me one of the best orgasms of my life. I was a cum-covered mess, from my belly-button to my face. Once the spasms subsided, Mabel tore off the blindfold (to an empty room, sadly) and told me to go wash up. I said 'What was that?!?' She smiled and said she was inspired. I look forward to her next inspiration.